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In My Dreams: 01

By: macbuzz



I made dinner reservations at one of the nicest, new upscale restaurants in the city because my wife told me she wanted to go after reading a review in the paper. It took over two months and a personal visit with a substantial tip to ensure a table by the window, overlooking the city public gardens. I knew it would be a lovely evening.

My wife, Jean had been looking forward to this evening out all week. She had bought a lovely, flowing black dress for the occasion and then took all day preparing herself for the big evening, her hair, her nails and her feet. She took a long bath and shaved and trimmed in all the right places. When she was finally ready in her new dress, jewelry and just a hint of makeup Jeanne was a lovely goddess and I told her so. I was dress in a nice summer suit with a blue shirt and golden yellow tie.

The evening was warm and pleasant with the barest hint of humidity so our drive to the restaurant was wonderful as we spoke about the evening and what we might enjoy at the restaurant.

Pulling up to the valet parking one of the attendants opened the door for my wife and was treated to a view of her beautiful legs as she swiveled in the seat and placed her feet on the pavement. Her dress exposed the entire length of her legs, barely concealing the moist lips between her legs. Jean saw the look on the attendant and was inwardly pleased she could attract his interest. I gave my keys to the other attendant and came around to my wife and we walked hand in hand into the restaurant.

Our table was ready, as expected, but the maitre d' first escorted us to the bar and told us to take our time, we would not be rushed and if we would like to have a drink first the table would be ready when we were. Jean and I both ordered drinks and it was at this moment I first notice all the women in the room were quite attractive. Jeanne fit in quite easily among the crowd. So far the evening was perfect and most importantly, I was with my wife who looked fabulous.

We took our second drink at our table and Jeanne was thrilled with its location in the restaurant. She kept going on and on about the beauty of the view. The waiter came over to the table and asked if everything was to our liking and did we like where they placed us. My wife said she loved it. The waiter then asked if we were both comfortable and ready to order. To this my wife responded that she wasn't comfortable but would be shortly.

Jeanne stood up and slowly began removing her dress. She unzipped the back and let it slip from her shoulders to the floor. Jeanne was quite attractive having medium sized breasts that hung provocatively on her chest. She was well-toned and tanned and looked beautiful standing in her bra, panties and black high heels. Her deep chestnut hair flowed beautifully over her shoulders and its darkness contrasted the creaminess of her skin. She reached between her breasts and unclasped her bra, which fell to the floor on top the dress. Her breasts fell slightly and I squirmed a little in my seat having a front row seat to her spectacular boobs, full and firm with large areolas and nipples swollen with excitement. Jean then slipped her fingers in her black bikini panties and slowing slid them from her hips and stepped out of them. She had a neatly trimmed full bush. Her pubic hair was dark brown and thick and if not cared for would grow wild like a 60's earth mama hippie. This evening the edges were trimmed and the bush was mowed evenly. Her bush tempted me with the lovely secret between her legs.

Now completely naked Jean stood before and said she was now more comfortable. I asked her to turn around so I could get the full view. She turned around and I pulled her a little closer and gave her butt a smooch. Just the place for a happy husband to kiss his wife I told Jean. Jean turned around with a big smile on her face and sat down at the table. The guests in the restaurant had all stopped their conversation and dinners. A room full of very attractive women and their escorts now gawked at my wife in utter surprise. Could they do the same thing my wife just did? No. I revealed while they stared at my naked wife's body.

I think we are ready to order now. "Very good Miss," the waiter said without missing a beat. "I please your comfortable and will be very happy to serve you now."

After a beautiful dinner, I took Jeanne home still naked and had my desert.

In My Dreams: 02



We had been on vacation for a few days and I was feeling very mellow. The days had begun moving slower and today was a beautiful one, warm, with very few clouds in the sky. At four in the afternoon, Jeannie and I went down to the beach, laid out the beach towels, set up the umbrella and beach chairs, and I settled in to enjoy a trashy novel for the next couple of hours before thinking about cooking steaks on the grill. This year we secured a great vacation house right on the beach which you could literally walk out the back door of the house onto the beach.

Jeannie lay on her blanket, engrossed in a book for about an hour when she finally said she wanted to go back to the house for glasses and a bottle of chilled wine. The house was only about 200 feet behind us so she was back in a few minutes. At this time in the afternoon, there were only a few couples left, mostly beach neighbors. There was a standing rule in this beach community which segregated the families with younger kids from couples and families with older kids. Generally, that meant you didn't have to put up with the noise and then there were the older, pretty girls to look at. Jeanne got up and I ogled her body in her new, tiny bikini she recently bought on-line. I loved the look of her full tits testing the limits of the tiny bikini.

In a few minutes, Jeannie returned with the wine and glasses. She sat down on her blanket and uncorked the bottle. It was then I noticed she had removed her bikini altogether and was completely naked. She poured me a glass and knelt to hand it to me.  

"Wow," I exclaimed. "You look fantastic. I think I like that even better than the bikini. To bad I can't take off my trucks and join you because I think a hard-on would get some angry looks."

"I'm glad you like me this way," was all Jeannie said. 

We sat drinking her wine and after a few minutes I joined Jeannie on the blanket still in my trucks.

Jeannie sipped her wine and I enjoyed Jeannie's luscious, naked body. I loved the little bumps around her nipples and the way her areolas are not quite the same size, one round and the other more an oval, stretching downward. I especially loved her pussy and her thick, hairy, goddess bush. Jeannie couldn't understand my appreciation of her because she thought she looked ugly. I on the other hand, like any good pervert husband, wished she would never wear clothes.

Jeannie put her glass in the sand, turned to her stomach and asked me to apply suntan lotion on her back. 

"You bet," was my response, a little too much like an excited kid.

I squirted a liberal amount in my hand and spread it on her back working it into the skin. Then I did the same to her legs. Finally, I reached her ass and enjoyed myself, kneading her ass cheeks with lotion. This got Jeannie warmed up a bit and when I was done she turned over on her back. I smiled with anticipation. 

"Do this side," she requested. 

Again, rubbed the lotion on her body, I intentionally stayed away from her tits building the tension. Finally, I squirted lotion on her tits and she jumped at the coolness of the liquid. Gingerly at first, I massaged her soft globes then harder and finally pinching and stretching her nipples between my fingers. Jeannie could cum through intense breasts play so this kind of attention was getting her wet and very horny.

Some of the couples, and there were about four still on the beach, had noticed what we were doing yet didn't make a move to leave or object. I could tell they were watching, while not wanting to appear like they were doing so. Jeannie had closed her eyes and forgot they were there or didn't care after I began stretching her nipples. I knew the breast massage would prepare her for a shift to her pussy without getting any resistance from Jeannie. 

Given her thick pubic hair, Jeannie really needed no suntan lotion but neither she or I were thinking about preventing a sunburn. I took a small amount of lotion for lubrication and began working her pussy lips and clit. Jeannie quickly began moaning softly and breathing heavy. I loved the slippery feel of the lotion and her pussy juice. 

"Yes, keep that up," Jeannie said under her deep breaths. "I am want to cum right here." 

I pulled on her pussy lips stretching them until the lubrication caused them to slip from my fingers and kept working around her clit until she was close. Jeannie arched her back as she does just before an orgasm and tried push harder into my fingers. Taking her clit in my fingers I pulled on her it and she grabbed her blanket with both hands. When I rolled her clit between my fingers she went over the edge, pushing herself against my hand. I felt her convulse a few time as the orgasm rolled through her.

Jeannie rolled sideways and pressed her naked lotion covered body against me and kissed me on the lips. Her tongue push into my mouth and I let her take control of the kiss. 

"Leave this stuff," she said and took my hand pulling me back toward the house. 

We walked hand in hand, Jeannie making no attempt to cover up and my dick obviously sticking out in front of me. As we walked through the sliding door of the beach house she pulled my swim trucks down to my ankles. My hard dick bounced in front of her and taking it in her hand she kissed its head while looked up to me.

"Fuck me," she said.

We both dropped to the carpeted floor and made love. I slid into her pussy so easily because of the wetness and lotion. In a few minutes I came.

After a few minutes holding each other, Jeannie told me to make love to her again and this time while I slid in and out of her she stroked herself to a second orgasm. The rest of the evening we were naked, had a nice dinner, cuddled, and talked.



In My Dreams: 03



I slept late that Saturday morning and when I awoke it was 8:45am. Downstairs, I smelled the enticing aroma of fresh brewed coffee and so I pulled myself out of bed, shaved and showered. I threw on my Saturday shorts and a freshly laundered tee shirt and walked downstairs looking for my wife. When I walked into the kitchen I expected to see her but found the kitchen empty. I looked in the den and still no sign of her, so I headed for the next best thing, at that time of the morning, a fresh, hot cup of coffee. Maybe she ran out for a quick errand?

The warm, pleasant aroma of the coffee hit me as I filled the cup and I watched as the steam swirled above the mug. I took a sip and looked through the kitchen window toward our back yard. The sight of my wife, standing stark, naked immediately caught my attention. She had a cup of coffee in one hand and was bent over looking at the newly blooming June flowers. The sun was just coming over the roof of the house, and it bathed her in warm, morning light giving her a golden aura due to the reflection off the little hairs of her nude body. 

It gave me a secret thrill to see her standing naked right in our backyard. We lived in a neighborhood with houses a couple of hundred feet away so while we are not right on top of our neighbors we could still see each other. The possibility of being observed was very much real, which made what she was doing so out of character. How many times had I suggested we spend the day naked? The simple act of being naked together was intoxicating. The unspoken possibilities of what might happen between two naked lovers. What secrets will they share between themselves?

She was beautiful. She stood at an angle with her back to me. In every age, we marvel at the beauty of the female form. A woman's lovely bottom, the curves of her body, the way her breasts hang in seductive invitation. Does it demean woman to acknowledge the beauty of the form they alone possess? I struggle to see how. How can one separate the fact that she is a human with needs and feelings and thoughts but at the same time her every movement is an invitation to sex? Sometimes, I want to live exclusively on one side of that line. I relate to the world through my body and my senses but I also relate to the world through my wife's body through the pleasure she gives me both physical and my shared and unshared fantasies. Her simple act of standing naked in the sunlight gives me more pleasure than she will ever know. She embodies the sacred geometry artist from every age struggle to capture, to understand its weight, form and presence. The nude woman is alone a wondrous gift. Do woman feel the same about men?

Last night, we had slow, drawn out sex. My memories were so sharp now, her soft caresses, moist kisses, the feeling of her tongue playing in my mouth. I could feel my prick sliding deep into her, pushing up against her depths. Then I felt the ridges of her pussy wall tug and try to hold me in just a second longer while I slowly drew my prick back out of her. I think to myself I must remember her smells and the taste of her fluids so the experience remains with me. 

Looking at her standing in the garden I could still feel her soft, pliable breasts in my hands. What does it mean that sometime I want to be rough with her? She wasn't cruel or mean to me but sometime I want to slap her tits, hard. To see them bounce under the force of my hand, to hear the crack of my hand against her tender skin, to hear breathe suddenly drawn in. I want to feel her tender breast under the hard stroke of my hand, to twist her nipples till she shrieks in pain. Am I wrong to want to place my hard prick between her breast and squeeze them around it, pumping until my semen sprays on her neck and face? Does this mean I love her? Does it mean I secretly want to humiliate her because I enjoy her standing naked in our backyard? Or does it mean I want to experience the full intensity of a sexual relationship with this woman, to understand everything she has to offer and then to discover more and in doing so discover who I am? 

Now my hands explore the crevice between her ass cheeks feeling the softness of her skin and her crinkled asshole. I loved pressing my fingers deep into her ass because I know it embarrassed her and she can't understand why this was anything I would want to do. I loved making her think or feel slightly uncomfortable because I knew the unorthodox really does turn her on. I knew she like the attention to her ass regardless of what she said but the idea of putting my finger where she shit makes her uncomfortable. It is the uncomfortable I wanted to explore. Nothing was too much. Everything was not enough. What could this naked woman do that I couldn't love simply because it was her?

So I watched her nakedness and I knew that it was all right there in front of me: life, death, love, hate, religion, good, bad, moral, immoral, the highs, the low, a grain of sand to the infinite universe. The meaning of life stood before me in the form of a naked woman.

In the next moment, I felt a kiss on my cheek. 

"Hi, dear. Did you sleep well? I did," she said. "I feel so warm and yummy this morning."

"Mmmm, I thought. Life can be so warm and yummy when a naked women stand before you."